The Journey Fulfilled 2

Kyrie was once again on top of Soleater's head as it punched the ground and ran on its hands. The time was near; he could taste and see it on the horizon. If the neon bright lights of Snowsaint were like faint stars in the storm before his eyes stood a behemoth of brightness.

Upright like a sword of light cutting through the darkness that overwhelmed the world. A megastructure that made the likes of Snowsaint seem small. It was so far away he could not discern its shape besides the brightness in the dark.

Only that it was a massive city, maybe the size of a metropolis, something made in secret from the population in case of an apocalypse. It was majestic and royal, so much that Kyrie felt it had come out of a fairy tale, it was impossible for something so massive, human-made at that, to have come out of nowhere like that.